Meredith Harmon
Bio
Mix equal parts anthropologist, biologist, geologist, and artisan, stir and heat in the heart of Pennsylvania Dutch country, sprinkle with a heaping pile of odd life experiences. Half-baked.
Stories (206/0)
Reflect
Lunar tango stops, Engag'd in solar orbit- Happy Birthday, Love.
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Poets
Peregrina
If walls could talk: I remember it as if it was yesterday. Because it was, by my reckoning. You organics, you have no idea of the true concept of Time. I was old when you were tiny things growing on the surface of us. You were scattered grains when the dinosaurs ruled. You hadn't even evolved when your kind started banging my kind together, to eliminate more of your kind.
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Fiction
Batteries Not Included
DVM-84455 hummed tunelessly to itself as it sorted through the wreckage. It was pleased. Another airplane out of the sky meant more humans dead, which was fine by it! The fact that it crashed onto the island DVM-84455 had hidden itself on meant more components and oil to store, to keep itself in tune for many more time parts. And food packets, to satisfy its organic parts. A very good day-cycle! And no humans to strip it of much-needed current, which is why it ran away in the first place.
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Fiction
Gamble
I was so over it. I was so done with her sulks and whininess. I thought I could do this on my own now. I couldn't lose at the table! Any of the tables, for that matter. From the poker tournament to the craps tables to the blackjack tables, it was all about Me. My rolls, my witty quips, my flashing the cards and rattling the chips and scaring the big rollers into folding.
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Fiction